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Friday, September 08, 2006

Beware, i'm going to unleash a super sentimental post.

Because of me being in a neighbouring country, having no internet (the state of no internet is going to end soon.. yay), and the firm is being strict on internet policy, the girls have came up with the mass mailing solution is a solution (at least I think its a solution)

Typical mails include:

"I'm going to cut my hair today"
or
"Who is up for coffee at 3pm today" Knowing full well I cant beam myself there within 2o mins.
or
Just plain arguing the fact that I cannot be queen. They are just jealous.. I know it

I do appreciate the mass mails AND the blogs (if it's updated) for updates and sometimes I dont feel as though I have not been away. I know it has been 3 months so far. Believe me, it is not all rosy here.

I miss my friends, family comfort and food.

I miss the normal "I'll pick you in 5 mins" impromptu dinners/yumcha sessions/gatherings. Then we would show up in our usual haggardness look and then laugh at each other's pimples while comparing whose is the biggest (Dont we do that Cal?). I miss the normal brain numbing session games we play like naming the next country/food/car begining with the last letter of the previous country/food/car. I miss the usual "I'm SO BORED" then keep quiet for 5 mins then "ITS SO BORED" wash. rinse. repeat. I miss the erratic literati (yahoo games) games we play and yawning while we wait for a certain person to make her move so much so we time barred the game every time she is in the game.

I miss not walking 15 mins just to get to a destination. I miss being chauffered everywhere I wanna go or just having the freedom of not having to cramp with other smelly pple on the train. Yes I hate rubbing sweat with other people. Yet Singaporeans treat this as way of life. I shudder to think of moving to Japan.

I miss the normal familiarity of people around me where I dont have to keep guard to whatever I say, after all I am a foreigner/alien here. I've known you girls (and guy) all my life, some to keep in trust, some to confide, some to have fun, some to bug, in totality, you girls (and guy) can make or break me. There is no "so what time u went back last night" or "Are you very busy today?" or other yawnning conversations like "So have you done any bank clients before?" or kissing ass conversations like "Oh that's so nice/clever/good/insert compliment and fake smilehere"

But you know what, I'm coming back for the weekend (yay!).. although some may not make it for the yet again, impromptu gathering.. rest assured, I will be back often... to smuggle money in.
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Now this emotional post is over, please step aside and let the reigning Queen sit on her throne again.

*cue Star Wars Darth Vader Theme AND evil laughter*




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